You’re My Typo

atomic-winsHeaven knows I’m not adept in any language but English, and obviously not everyone has been fortunate to have much of an education. So I offer this not in a spirit of meanness—it’s not as if I haven’t made a boolper or two—but in a spirit of let’s all just laugh as much as we can.

luch-specials-on-ann-streetlitter-church-delilevander-at-tribeca-greenmarketchild-cucumber-soup-at-sole-di-capricitricy-at-tribeca-treatssadwices-at-puffysfor-sase-on-churchpharmcy-at-prime-essentialsfine-ster-sterlinh-silver-on-canalgout-soup-at-sole-di-capriPreviously in this series:
••• English as a Fecund Language
••• Produced by Errant Spelling
••• When Words Fail: More Misspellings
••• Signs of the Tines: More Misspellings
••• Where’s Auto Correct When You Need It?
••• Spelling Is Overeated Anyway
••• I Put a Misspell on You